Argh, I’m tired, I’m just waiting around for a song to finish downloading. I heard it at the end of Daria and decided I needed to download it. So, here I am, dead tired, sitting on the internet, wondering where my favorite pajamas are, and waiting for Kazaa to hurry up.
I had to go to the dentist today. Hooray for me, no cavities! But, I did have tarter build-up, which meant the cleaning hurt quite a bit. But it was all okay when my Mom rewarded me for “being a good little girl” at the dentist by taking me to get mexican food. Mmmmm. I take back what I said, there’s an authentic Mexican place right in Herndon. I just didn’t know about it. It was so close to perfect. They even had shredded beef! I didn’t have to make a special request or anything. It was smarvy.
While I was waiting at the dentist I was a good little CEO-in-training – I read Business 2.0. Aren’t you proud of me? I would have read Fortune, but it was an older issue. And besides, I wanted to see what Business 2.0 had to say about the leaders of the future. *And* I’m a bit familiar with the magazine. They interviewed me last fall for an article about the state of the merger between Time Warner and AOL. Funny, eh? They were asking me about my experiences with them, my thoughts on Warner Brothers’ ethics, what I thought of their business and where it was going. When I first got the email from the reporter I started laughing. ‘They want to talk to a 16 year old?”
Turns out the reporter did, but not the editor. When the reporter took the final article to the editor, the editor scrapped all three paragraphs about what I said, saying, “What does a teenager know about the business?” Heh, thanks guy. Evil editors. That would have been a great thing to add to my resume. And besides, that editor needs to get his head on straight – I may not be a business genius, but I know kids even younger than I am who could whoop his butt. Case and point: Aaron Swartz. That young man gets paid butt-loads of money to go in and make companies more efficient computer-wise. He’s amazing! He’s a business uber-genius, and I think he’s two years younger than I am. (If not, sorry, Aaron. I know you’re younger than me but I’m not sure by how much. And if you’re reading this, have you heard from Stallman yet?)
Businesses need to realize that teenagers are just teeny-boppers anymore. We’re sugar-crazed juggernauts, waiting to break out of a stereotype so we can finally be allowed to implement business practices that we know will work. I’m incredibly frustrated with my age, not because of raging hormones or a “lack of respect”. That’s not it at all. It makes me sick that, according to all the business magazines and classifieds I’ve read, I’m qualified for a job at $60,000 to $80,000 a year, but they can’t even legally hire me because according to the commonwealth of Virginia, I can’t work a 40 hour week. How stupid is that? I have to sit around and twiddle my thumbs until I’m 18, and then what if all the local employers have the same attitude as that editor? They won’t pay an 18 year old without a high school diploma $60k. In fact, I may even frighten them. Someone I was talking to, maybe it was Alastair, said that – because of PotterWar – I might have a hard time getting a job because the companies will be afraid I’ll lead some revolution and take over the company, all with nothing but a single connection with USA Today and a website.
Hey! I’m like a corporate MacGyver! 🙂
But seriously. I think the reason Philip Greenspun won’t talk to me anymore is because I tried to make the last few days of his company’s life as miserable as humanly possible. He may have hated aD, but he still worked with them on a few things. I think I took his hatred to another level, and maybe that bothered him. Based on what he said, that’s what I’ve decided. It’s a pity, though, in a way. I was his little puppy for three days, and that was kind of a funny thought. I liked hanging out with millionaires, playing with their cell phones and befriending their $15,000 dogs. It was nice while it lasted. He and I were even friendly and emailed back and forth after I got back from MIT. We had loads in common – we spent a long time comparing foot operation stories. But that all kind of ended when I told him I wanted to get as much as I could from aD, and then kill them as mercilessly as possible.
I guess people can get rather protective about their creations, even if their creations bit them in the butt. 🙂 Gee, who knew?
So now I’m kinda staring at Philip’s AIM name. He’s online quite a lot. Whether he’s actually there, who knows. But it’s aggravating. Maybe he’s just a big stooge, and was doing all of it for the press of the prize. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Where did that big rant come from? I don’t think I should eat chimichanga leftovers after 11:00 ever again. I think it plays with my brain. And my song even finished downloading five minutes ago! All I can say is I think I’d be a happy little CEO, but as of right now, I just want my travel show. I’ll practice taking things over there first, scoping out territory and all that. 🙂
(And don’t you dare laugh – I would too be a good CEO. You just haven’t seen my serious kick-butt-lawyer side yet, cause all I post here ends up being late night, chimi-enduced babbling. So there. :-P)